Chapter Seventy-Four

FALLING IS LIKE THIS.

You take a leap of faith in the dark. The sky is on fire above you, and the house is on fire below. You feel the roof beneath you start to give, and there is nowhere to go but out, into the night. I know it’s Joe out there. I know they will save us from this, even as an inferno opens under our feet.

So we jump.

And they are there—cawing, clawing, and covering us in feathers.

They catch us.

Off the burning home and away from the burning night, we are carried by the crows.